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>>>> >> Subject: Fw: Deer Roping....this is so funny
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>>>> >> My name is Gary and I had this idea that I was going to rope a
>>>> >> deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks,
>>>> >> then kill it and eat it. The first step in this adventure was
>>>> >> getting a deer. I figured that since they congregated at my cattle
>>>> >> feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a
>>>> >> bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed
>>>> >> while I am in the back of the truck not
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>>>> >> feet away) that it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it
>>>> >> and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and
>>>> >> transport it home.
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>>>> >> I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope.
>>>> >> The cattle, which had seen the roping thing before, stayed well back.
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>>>> >> were not having any of it. After about 20 minutes my deer showed up,
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>>>> >> 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the
>>>> >> end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and
>>>> >> stared at me.
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>>>> >> wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have
>>>> >> a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you
>>>> >> could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation. I
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>>>> >> took a step towards it.
>>>> >> It took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and received
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>>>> >> an education.
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>>>> >> The first thing that I learned is that while a deer may just stand
>>>> >> there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to
>>>> >> action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED!
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>>>> >> The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT
>>>> >> stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range
>>>> >> I could fight down with a rope with some dignity. A deer..no chance.
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>>>> >> That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no
>>>> >> controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me
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>>>> >> off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to
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>>>> >> me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I
>>>> >> originally imagined. The only up side is that they do not have as
>>>> >> much stamina as many animals. A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired
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>>>> >> and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I
>>>> >> managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I
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>>>> >> was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my
>>>> >> head.
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>>>> >> At that point I had lost my taste for corn fed venison. I just
>>>> >> wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope. I
>>>> >> figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it
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>>>> >> would likely die slow and painfully somewhere. At the time, there
>>>> >> was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated
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>>>> >> the thing and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.
>>>> >> Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had
>>>> >> cleverly arrested the deer's momentum by bracing my head against
>>>> >> various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still
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>>>> >> think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that
>>>> >> I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were
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>>>> >> in, so I didn't want the deer to have to suffer a slow death. I
>>>> >> managed to get it lined up to back in between my truck and the
>>>> >> feeder, a little trap I had set beforehand. Kind of like a squeeze
>>>> >> chute.
>>>> >> I got it to back in there and started moving up so I could get my
>>>> >> rope back.
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>>>> >> Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years
>>>> >> would have thought that a deer would bite somebody so I was very
>>>> >> surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer
>>>> >> grabbed hold of my wrist. Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like
>>>> >> being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A
>>>> >> deer bites you and shakes its head, almost like a pit bull. They
>>>> >> bite HARD and it hurts. The proper thing to do when a deer bites you
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>>>> >> is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and
>>>> >> shaking instead. My method was ineffective. It seems like the deer
>>>> >> was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only
>>>> >> several seconds. I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be
>>>> >> questioning that claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy
>>>> >> tearing the hand out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand
>>>> >> and pulled that rope loose.
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>>>> >> That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.
>>>> >> Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on
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>>>> >> their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and
>>>> >> their hooves are surprisingly sharp. I learned a long time ago that
>>>> >> when an animal like a horse strikes at you with their hooves and you
>>>> >> can't get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud
>>>> >> noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will
>>>> >> usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape. This was
>>>> >> not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously such trickery would not
>>>> >> work. In the course of a millisecond I devised a different strategy.
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>>>> >> I screamed like woman and tried to turn and run.
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>>>> >> reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse
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>>>> >> that paws at you is that the re is a good chance that it will hit you
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>>>> >> in the back of the head. Deer may not be so different from horses
>>>> >> after all, besides being twice as strong and three times as evil,
>>>> >> because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of
>>>> >> the head and knocked me down.
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>>>> >> Now when a deer paws at you and knocks you down it doesn't
>>>> >> immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger
>>>> >> has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and
>>>> >> down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl and
>>>> >> covering your head.
>>>> >> I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.
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>>>> >> Now for the local legend. I was pretty beat up. My scalp was split
>>>> >> open, I had several large goose eggs, my wrist was bleeding pretty
>>>> >> good and felt broken (it turned out to be just badly bruised) and my
>>>> >> back was bleeding in a few places, though my insulated canvas jacket
>>>> >> had protected me from most of the worst of it. I drove to the
>>>> >> nearest place, which was the co-op. I got out of the truck, covered
>>>> >> in blood and dust and looking like I'd just come from a bar-room
>>>> >> brawl. The guy who ran the place saw me through the window and came
>>>> >> running out yelling "what happened"
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>>>> >> I have never seen any law in the state of So. Dakota that would
>>>> >> prohibit an individual from roping a deer. I suspect that this is an
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>>>> >> area that they have overlooked entirely. Knowing, as I do, the
>>>> >> lengths to which law enforcement personnel will go to exercise their
>>>> >> power, I was concerned that they may find a way to twist the existing
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>>>> >> laws to paint my actions as criminal. I swear, not wanting to admit
>>>> >> that I had done something monumentally stupid played no part in my
>>>> >> response. I told him "I was attacked by a deer." I did not mention
>>>> >> that at the time I had a rope on it.
>>>> >> The evidence was all over my body. Deer prints on the back of my
>>>> >> jacket where it had stomped all over me and a large deer print on my
>>>> >> face where it had struck me there. I asked him to call somebody to
>>>> >> come get me. I didn't think I could make it home on my own. He did.
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>>>> >> Later that afternoon, a game warden showed up at my house and wanted
>>>> >> to know about the deer attack. Surprisingly, deer attacks are a rare
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>>>> >> thing and wildlife and parks was interested in the event. I tried to
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>>>> >> describe the attack as completely and accurately as I could. I was
>>>> >> filling the grain hopper and this deer came out of nowhere and just
>>>> >> started kicking the hell out of me and BIT me. It was obviously
>>>> >> rabid or insane or something.
>>>> >> EVERYBODY for miles around knows about the deer attack (the guy at
>>>> >> the co-op has a big mouth). For several weeks people dragged their
>>>> >> kids in the house when they saw deer around and the local ranchers
>>>> >> carried rifles when they filled their feeders. I have told several
>>>> >> people the story, but NEVER anybody around here. I have to see these
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>>>> >> people every day and as an outsider, a "city folk", I have enough
>>>> >> trouble fitting in without them snickering behind my back and
>>>> >> whispering "there is the dumb-butt that tried to rope the deer."
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>>>> >> "Worry looks around, sorry looks back, Faith looks up."
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